Yesterday, I was taking a break from planting sweet potato slips and admiring the bean, squash, pepper, and tomato blossoms in the garden when I heard an odd noise. It sounded like my mallards playing in the old livestock tank ... only I don't keep mallards anymore. I tried to ignore it as I was perched rock still in a chair on the porch trying to photo the relentless hummingbirds as they fed and fought over the feeder. The noise was coming from directly behind me and to investigate would mean turning 180 degrees which would involve moving which would almost certainly guarantee that the hummers would choose that moment to arrive at the feeder and hover for two minutes allowing me to actually shoot a sharply focused picture of them.
The joyous splashing noises continued until finally I could not stand it any longer and I swivelled my porch chair in the opposite direction from my carefully prefocused hummer ambush position.